Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.